-slinks in- Um, hello all... I am dreadfully dreafully sorry about, you know... Lying to you all about my leaving. I just.. wanted to see if I was loved.. AND I AM! YAY! -huggles all- Group huuuug! Well, anyway, I felt so bad, I went and wrote this in just a day, and its a good 1800 words! Go me! n.n''
Disclaimer: I do not own. You do not sue. Kapesh?
Bakura gazed in shock at the crying boy, who was still muttering under his breath. "I'm stupid.. Bakura doesn't love me, everyone abandoned me… I don't deserve to live, I need to die…" His breath was hitched with tears and sobs as he cried, and it tugged at Bakuras heartstrings. "I'm just an unwanted freak… no one wants me, no one cares…. I'm such a girly pathetic weakling… No one loves me…"
"I do." The words were so soft, so… afraid, that Bakura wasn't sure Ryou had heard him for a moment. The angel faltered for a moment and then resumed his whispers.
"Bakuras just lying, he doesn't love me, I don't deserve his love, I don't deserve anyones love…"
"Ryou…" Bakura whispered softly. "Stop this. Snap out of it." Ryou didn't stop, sadly murmuring under his breath. "Ryou!" The yami growled as he hit Ryou hard across the face. It seemed to knock the angel out of his tears, as he froze. Gazing tearfully up at Bakura with at least some composure.
"Y-Yami…"
"Don't start crying again." Bakura warned, frowning slightly. Ryou hiccupped, but nodded, and gently wiped his eyes. "What's brought this on?" Bakura asked, tempted to reach out and stroke soft silver hair.
"I can't even carry a glass of water." Ryou whispered sadly. "What's wrong with me? Why can't I ever do anything right? I'm just such a klutz…" Tears threatened the backs of his eyes, but he forced then down, keeping his orbs fixed on the blanket. "I'm not surprised you hate me…"
"I don't hate you." Bakura said abruptly. Ryou froze for a second, and then smiled sadly.
"I must have hit you harder than I thought." He said softly. "Lie back down." He gently rose to his feet and padded into the bathroom. Bakura frowned, but nodded, sliding back horizontally, gently closing his eyes. The ache was beginning to fade, those painkillers weren't half bad…
"Relax." Ryou said softly, as he began to softly unravel the bandages bound around Bakuras snowy head. The spirit winced in pain but remained stationary, eyes still closed, but not clenched tightly. Ryou bit his lip at the crimson blood, staining some of Bakuras locks scarlet. He would wash them later, but for now, he just replaced the bandages with fresh ones, bounding the edges tightly. Bakura almost smiled, in a state of semi-consciousness, eyes half open as he watched Ryou dispose of the bandages. The way he walked and talked was… Blank. Emotionless. It was scary… Ryou scared him.
Bakura snorted. The runt was right. Ryou must have hit him too hard. Why else would he be thinking all these mushy thoughts? The spirit sighed, feeling very drowsy and tired. What was in those painkillers? Morphine? Bakura sighed, slowly fading off to sleep.
Ryou, finished with the bandages, walked softly and slowly to the large bed, setting himself gently on the covers, brushing silvery bangs from his eyes as he watched the yami sleep. His insides still burned with guilt, and he felt… empty inside. Like there was no point or anything any more. Why keep fighting? Bakura would always win. Always. He even won now, confined to his bed with a head injury. He was so hopeless…
Quietly, while Bakura was asleep, Ryou began to cry.
When the yami awoke several hours later, it was to find the sun low in the sky, and Ryou fast asleep beside him, eyes swollen and red. Weak fool. He told him not to cry! Bakura growled, delivering a sharp blow to Ryous cheekbone, the light jerking awake with a sharp cry, one hand planted over his face.
"I told you not to cry!" Bakura snarled, punching Ryou har din the stomach as he struggled to sit up. Ryou gasped in pain, one hand on his stomach, and the other on his face, gazing up at Bakura with big accusing eyes.
"I-I'm sorry…" Ryou finally whispered, eyes tightly closed. "I'll try not to anymore-" He screamed as Bakura abruptly drove a fist onto his collarbone. The angel clenched his eyes tighter, biting his lip to keep from crying.
"Trying isn't good enough." Bakura sneered, glaring at the trembling boy. "Honestly, I don't know what to do with you, Ryou." He rolled his eyes heavenward, resting against the pillow with a deep sigh. "Nothing I do ever gets through to you…"
"I'm sorry…" Ryou struggled to a sitting position, resting heavily on his hands, his head bowed. "I do listen, Bakura-sama, I do… There's just some things I can't not do…"
"And crying is obviously one of them." Bakura said nastily, glaring down at the light. "How will you learn." Ryou swallowed deeply, and looked down, small tears still clinging to long eyelashes.
"I-I'm sorry, Bakura-sama…" He said softly, still gazing at the blanket. Bakura merely scoffed, slumping back into the cushion, his head pounding harder with a dull ache. Ryou noticed the spirits change in demeanor, and bit his lip. "Stay there." He whispered, biting his lip. Bakura, not in any position to argue, closed his eyes, and le out a deep breath, feeling somewhat relaxed. Ryou actually smiled faintly at the almost-asleep spirit, before looking sadly at the ground as he made his way about the small house. Bakura heard his movements, eyes lightly closed. A few minutes later, the yami let out a sharp cry as he felt Ryou release the bandages around his head, exposing his open wound, blood still seeping into his snowy locks. Ryou bit his lip in concern, reaching for the soft flannel floating in a bowl of warm water.
Bakura screamed as the cloth touched his pounding temple, jerking wildly out of Ryous grasp. The light gasped at the movement, gazing in soft fear and concern at the spirit who was breathing hard and trembling. Ryou bit his lip. One hand tightening on his shoulder, and the other holding the cloth, pressing it again at his head. Bakura yelled in pain, and struggled, eyes clenched tightly in agony.
"Yami, calm down…" Ryou whispered, setting the cloth on the pillow, and gently beginning to stroke Bakuras forehead, which, the angel noticed, was burning hot. "Shhh, calm down, yami, just relax…" he gently rubbed the spirits cheek, the latter still trembling and breathing erratically. Bakura whimpered as Ryou clenched the flannel again, and gently placed it back on the bloodied wound. Bakura gasped sharply, and wrenched himself out of the lights grasp, holding a trembling hand over his head. Ryou let out a long sigh, eyebrows knitted in concern at the whimpering yami. "Oh god…" He whispered softly.
"Stay the fuck away from me with that thing." Bakura snarled, eyes flashing with a cold fire. "That hurts."
"Yami, I have to clean it up… there's blood everywhere and I have to try and cleanse it… I wont make it hurt too badly, I swear." He looked at Bakura with such soft compassion in his brown eyes, that Bakura sighed, and nodded, scooting over to the light, lowering his hand away from his head, slim bony fingers stained with crimson. Ryou winced, but brought the damp cloth to Bakuras temple. The yami clenched his eyes, fists and teeth tightly, and hissed as Ryou softly, but firmly wiped the blood from Bakuras hair, softly whispering soothing words as he continued his ministrations.
"It's okay, yami, I'm almost done…" He softly whispered, his other hand gently rubbing the spirits back. "You're doing so well… It's almost over, honey, its almost there…" Bakura continued to tremble, eyes clenched tightly shut in agony. "There you go…" Ryou finally lifted the cloth from the now clean wound on Bakuras head, the darkness letting out a long breath, his eyelids gently relaxing. "Are you okay?" Bakura didn't answer, only glaring at the light. Despite himself, Ryou giggled, a small blush working its way across his bruised face. "I didn't need to ask that…"
"You finally fucking finished now?" Bakura said irritably, glaring at the light, who smiled lightly, shaking his head.
"No, I have to bandage it up." Ryou said softly, grasping a couple of the bandages, making a small pad with one, and pressing it against his temple. Bakura swore loudly, but didn't move, his hands and eyes clenched tightly together again. Ryou looked sadly on at the spirit, but didn't remove his pressure, his other hand gently wrapping the other bandage around his head, securing it tightly with a knot.
"There." Ryou said softly, a small smile on his face. "Hopefully, that will stop the bleeding and help it to heal." The light reached towards the small bedside table, extracting two small white tablets from the metal card, along with an –unbroken- glass of water. Bakura accepted the medicine gratefully, drinking both pills in one large gulp of water, handing the glass to Ryou.
"Th-Thanks." Bakura said softly, gazing steadily at the light. Ryou smiled and nodded, gently taking Bakuras shoulders, softly but firmly pulling him down onto the pillows.
"Wh-What?" Bakura inquired, as he lay down on the bed. The light didn't say anything as he pulled the blanket over the darkness, smoothing out any of the creases. "Ryou-"
"You need to rest." Ryou said softly. "Look at these…" He gently rubbed the dark shadows under Bakuras eyes. "You need to sleep. And those pills were extra drowsy." Bakura opened his mouth to protest, but found indeed that he was actually a very tired. He softly closed his eyes, the dull ache finally beginning to fade. He was so confused… Why was Ryou treating him so kindly like this? Did he… care? Or did he just want to keep him calm? Bakura buried his head into the pillow, angry and confused thoughts whirling through his head. God, he just wanted to sleep.
Ryou curled into a tight ball beside Bakura, his head leaning against the dark wooden headboard, his own mind going around at least fifteen thousand miles an hour. He still didn't quite understand what he had recently done… He was kind to Bakura, he soothes him, took care of him. Why? Ryou let out a long sigh. It had always been in his nature to take care of others, to be warm and gentle and kind. It was… Ryou. How he had always been. Even as a young child, he had a tendency to take home injured young animals and nurse them back to health. And Ryou… He had done this. He was the one who hurt Bakura. He had to make sure he would be alright. It was a sort of… Motherly instinct of his.
What was going to happen to both of the teens?
Whats going to happen? Hell, I dont know. I have to wrap up this arc soon, dont I... -.-'' Oh well. Ryou angst ish good! GOOD! Yay! -dances-
Are yew all mad? I met yew are. It was a cruel joke I played on yew, wasn't it... hehe -ducks random pointy objects- HEHE! Something I just realised... They have BR tags. -snicker- Tendershippyness! Yay!
R&R?